Don't Hex with Texas

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“No, not really. What kind of disguise were you thinking of?”
“This is probably someone without much experience with magic and an image of magic formed from seeing too many movies. He’s been wearing a hooded robe to do his own work. We should probably go with that—dress in hooded robes of our own and act as though we’re superior wizards to put a good scare in him.”
“Act?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He ignored me. “Any spell he tries to do to fight us off won’t affect you, and I’ll be able to deflect it from me. If we show him how inferior he is and exactly what he’s playing with, we may be able to scare him into stopping and then cooperating with us. I guess our problem is how we’ll come up with wizard-looking robes between now and tonight.”
“Not a problem.” I got off the bed and went to the chest of drawers that had been Teddy’s. “Teddy probably still has some of his Star Wars and Dungeons and Dragons costumes in here. He’s the nerd of the family, and the reason I can quote from anything with the word ‘star’ in the title.” I dug around in the bottom drawer and came out with a black hooded cloak with stars and moons on it. “I could have sworn his old Jedi outfit was still in here, but the wizard should work just as well, as long as you don’t mind glowing in the dark.” I tossed it to him.
“Of course, real wizards wear Armani,” he said with a grin and a raised eyebrow as he wrapped the cloak around himself, “but it’ll do. It looks very, um, magical. Now, what about you?”
“I should have a cloak that matches that one. Teddy made me go with him to a costume party and we dressed as a team.”
He took off his robe and I hung it in the closet so the wrinkles could fall out of it. “And now, I believe it’s naptime,” I said, “since we aren’t going to get any sleep again tonight. Do you need a book? My dad has a pretty extensive collection of spy and mystery novels.”
“I’ll probably be asleep before you’re back in your room,” he said with a yawn. “Bang on my door if I’m not stirring when everyone else is up and around.”
I knew I’d do no such thing. He looked like he’d been operating on a sleep deficit coming into this, and then he’d had sleepless nights on top of heavy magic use. I wanted him fully charged before we had to go out and trap our wizard.
The old wizard cloak was still in the bottom drawer of my bureau where I’d shoved it about ten years ago. I shook it out, tried it on, then hung it at the back of my closet. Who knew that some of Teddy’s nerdy oddities would turn out to be so useful?
I was surprised by how easily I fell asleep, even though I was still agitated from the disastrous lunch.
My windows were on the eastern side of the house, so my room was in shadow when I woke up.
Owen’s door was still closed, so I tiptoed down the stairs, which made their usual squeak of protest. I could understand my parents keeping it when they had teenagers in the house, but with all of us grown, it would have been nice if they’d finally had that fixed. Never mind that I was sneaking out far more often these days than I had when I’d been a teenager.
Owen came downstairs not five minutes later, wearing his wire-rimmed glasses, faded jeans, and a Tshirt that almost perfectly matched his eye color. I could have sworn my mother drooled just the least bit. Goodness knows I was practically swooning. “Did you have a good nap?” I asked him.
“Very good, and you know, I could go right back to sleep now. I must have been tired.”
“Country air is good for you,” Mom said. “It gives you more restful sleep.” Then she proceeded to load the kitchen table with food for a “light” Sunday supper.
When we excused ourselves to go to bed ridiculously early, both of us tried to make it very obvious that we were going to separate rooms, lest we give the impression of being impatient honeymooners.
Though, come to think of it, we’d barely given any indication that we were anything more than just friends. While my old-fashioned parents would probably be relieved to know that we weren’t sleeping together outside of wedlock, shouldn’t they have been concerned that we barely touched each other and didn’t act at all romantic? Our relationship confused me, and I was inside it. Anyone else should have been truly baffled if they were paying attention.
I dressed in black and coiled my hair at the nape of my neck before crawling into bed to get what sleep I could before we had to head off and play wizard. It seemed like I’d barely closed my eyes before Owen crawled through my window, his robe balled up under his arm. We got out his case, and he again got his pack full of supplies, to which he added both wizard robes. Then we were off, climbing off the porch roof, down the tree, and onto the ground.